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Deep For Shallow Day 5
IV: The Change

"He's been moaning and convulsing like that for hours. What are we going to do, Father Clemente?"

"There is not much we can do except wait it out and try to lower the boy's fever. I have never witnessed such a reaction toward the transfusion."

"Great job, Artemi. What if you just killed him?"

"I-I I didn't mean to hurt him, Leo."

"Sure you did. What do ya think? Bites tickle?!"

"Ngh! Nnn..."

"Okay, stop it, Leo. You're not making the situation any better."

"That's right. Run to Royce, you big baby. Andrei, why aren't you helping out your pitiful brother?"

"..."

"Leo, out. You are no assistance to me, so get out."

"...Yes, Father."

"Now, Royce, go pour out that water; it is beginning to get warm. Fill it with more cold water."

"Yes, Father."

"Artemi, go ask Felicite if she has completed the vials I asked her to fill."

"Oh-Okay, Father."

"Andrei, go with your brother to help him carry in any finished vials, and be quick about it."

"Okay."

"Oh, you poor thing. I am incredibly sorry, Alastare. Please, come back to us, child... Please..."
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I was awake. I was not awake. I could hear. I could not move, nor speak, nor see. I was unconscious of what was happening, but conscious that I was not well. Sir Clemente's wonderful hands rubbed up and down my moist, bare skin. My body remained still, yet I yearned to hold onto his cold body to reduce my temperature. I was trapped. Trapped inside my own flesh that boiled on the inside as well as the out.

Within the next few minutes, something sweet reached my nose. My mouth opened, latched on a straw, and quickly sucked up a cool, thick liquid. It had a strange aftertaste, that was familiar. What was it...

"Look at him... His body has already adapted to the conversion to blood. And Father, he stopped shaking?" I heard Royce whisper as he cupped my chin. BLOOD? My mouth wouldn't stop suckling. It was addictive! It couldn't be blood. No way. It tasted way too good!

"I believe he is awake, now. He is unresponsive, but he is awake. Aren't you, Alastare, dear?" I sucked on the cold blood until my mouth forced air up the straw. Was I this hungry already? Damn.

"Oh, Al! Please open your eyes! I'm sorry for forcing you into this! I'm really sorry!" Royce whined, digging his face into my chest.

"Crying will not help him, Royce. Open another vial. He is going to need to be sedated when he wakes anyway. Or he'll-"

"Go on that sick rampage... I know. Here's another." Again, my mouth reacted to the strong, sweet scent of blood. What was Royce talking about? That sick rampage he had when he turned? I know how to control myself when I get hungry. Well, when I was still digesting normal food.

My eyes twitched as I focused on opening my eyes. I struggled against peeling my eyelids open, and a burst of light spilled through the small slit. "Royce! He's waking!" Sir Clemente cried, happily. I widened my eyes and Royce's red cheeks were the first things to fall into my vision.

"Hi, Al." He whispered, rubbing my head. As soon as he touched me, I noticed all the activity surging through his body. From the pulses running through his brain, to the blood rushing to his rising erection.

"Royce?" I croaked, glancing between his legs.

"Yeah?" He replied, unconscious of my thoughts for some reason.

"You're hard." I stated, bluntly. Immediately, he froze, and his eyes reached the size of golf balls. All the color rushed from his face as he backed away from me, slowly.

"H-H-H-How d-d-did you k-k-know that?" He murmured, covering his slight bulge.

Sir Clemente laughed and rose from the bed beside me. "Looks like the boy developed an ability. That is quite special. Do you not agree, Royce?" He chuckled, closing up the vial Royce left uncapped.

Royce's expression said everything; he wasn't going to accept this ability I had. Royce backed out of the white room and ran out of my sight. "Oh, do not mind him, young one. He'll be fine by morning. Would you like to bathe, again? You got awfully sweaty during your convulsions."

I silently agreed to bathe and Sir Clemente lead me through the house and back up to his bedroom. He laid me on his bed while he prepared the bath. I couldn't help thinking about Royce and that disappointed look he wore on his face. Would I be alone in this house of unknown boys, now? Was he actually going to abandon me? My heart sunk at these thoughts and my chest felt extremely heavy. What was I to do about this? I barely know Royce!

"Oh dear... Why are you crying, my boy?" Sir Clemente shrieked when he came over to get me. He reached down to me and scooped me up in his arms. "Please, cease your tears, my child. I promise you, Royce will have a change of heart sooner than you think." He whispered softly in my ear. "Come, dear. Let us bathe."

After a lovely bath with Sir Clemente, he sent me to a room that was prepared just for me. He had me make any changes I might want, and then told me join my other 'siblings' in the entertainment room. I watched from afar as they spent hours playing games, watching movies, wrestling, or just sitting around talking. There were actually sixteen boys and nine girls. None of them seemed sexually attracted to each other, but more like a huge, happy family. I was invited to join in their late-night fun, but I refused and chose to observe instead.

When I grew drowsy, I rose and headed to my room. "Calling it a night, Al?" Amaryllis, one of the sisters; asked, grabbing my arm as I headed towards the dormitory-like bedrooms.

"Yeah. You aren't tired, Amy?" I sighed, yawning. She giggled and jumped in front of me, now walking backwards.

"You look so cute when you yawn! Hee-hee, I hope you sleep well, 'brother'." She hugged me and ran back into the entertainment room. I entered my room and collapsed on my bed from exhaustion. The comfort of the bed was amazing. My own bed at home felt nothing compared to this one. Home... Guess I can't say that anymore and refer to the place I once called 'home'.

Hours into my rest, I was waked by a loud noise in the room next door to me. I wasn't sure who I roomed near, but It definitely sounded like one of the younger boys and he was in a hell of a lot of pain. When, the screaming did not cease, I jumped up and went to knock on the door. It grew silent and the door cracked open. It was Leon (or 'Leo') and his forehead was blanketed with sweat.

"Huh? What do you want, new-borne?" He asked, grinning and narrowing his dark eyes at me. His brown hair hung loosely down his back and chest as he panted softly.

"It's kind of loud over here and I'm trying to get some sleep. Do you mind keeping it down? Just a little?" I asked, politely. Leon coughed a small laugh and shook his head.

"Sure, whatever. Sleep tight." He giggled and shut the door in my face. He doesn't like me... I thought to myself as I returned to my room. I laid down, and at least two minutes later, the screaming commenced again. I groaned and stormed back over to Leon's room. I banged on the door and looked down the hall. Could no one else here this? I was clearly being ignored after two more knocks, so I kicked the door open; growling in anger. Leon stared at me with wild eyes from his bed and hovered over a naked body. I searched for the face, and my heart felt as if it were being stabbed by a cold rod.

"Ah...Artemi?" He whined and cringed beneath Leon's strong body. "Dude, what are you doing to him? He clearly isn't enjoying you. Why don't you just let him go, Leon?" Leon chuckled and looked down at Artemi, who now struggled beneath him.

"If I let him go, who's gonna entertain me?" He grabbed Artemi's throat, which immediately startled the boy still. "I'm sure as hell you won't."

That pissed me off. In a sudden flash of anger. I threw my fist straight into Leon's face and sent him soaring across the room. Artemi cringed at the nerve-rattling crash and gazed over at Leon. Before he could rise, I hovered over him and raised him by his neck. "Hey! Al, let-... What the hell...?" My blood boiled beneath my skin as I eyed him with distaste.

"If I ever witness something like this again, I will tear off your last hope of actually being a man. Do you understand me, Leon?"

"You got it, man, just... relax, okay? I-I don't want any problems, kay?" Why did he suddenly become so terrified? I'm not scary to look at at all. "Take your boy and get outta here, man. I'm sorry." He trembled in my grip and desperately tried to escape my clutches. I dropped him and he scurried into his bathroom. I turned to Artemi, and he glared at me with his small, innocent eyes.

"Thank you." He whispered and leaped into my arms.

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Deep For Shallow Day 5
IV: The Change

"He's been moaning and convulsing like that for hours. What are we going to do, Father Clemente?"

"There is not much we can do except wait it out and try to lower the boy's fever. I have never witnessed such a reaction toward the transfusion."

"Great job, Artemi. What if you just killed him?"

"I-I I didn't mean to hurt him, Leo."

"Sure you did. What do ya think? Bites tickle?!"

"Ngh! Nnn..."

"Okay, stop it, Leo. You're not making the situation any better."

"That's right. Run to Royce, you big baby. Andrei, why aren't you helping out your pitiful brother?"

"..."

"Leo, out. You are no assistance to me, so get out."

"...Yes, Father."

"Now, Royce, go pour out that water; it is beginning to get warm. Fill it with more cold water."

"Yes, Father."

"Artemi, go ask Felicite if she has completed the vials I asked her to fill."

"Oh-Okay, Father."

"Andrei, go with your brother to help him carry in any finished vials, and be quick about it."

"Okay."

"Oh, you poor thing. I am incredibly sorry, Alastare. Please, come back to us, child... Please..."
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I was awake. I was not awake. I could hear. I could not move, nor speak, nor see. I was unconscious of what was happening, but conscious that I was not well. Sir Clemente's wonderful hands rubbed up and down my moist, bare skin. My body remained still, yet I yearned to hold onto his cold body to reduce my temperature. I was trapped. Trapped inside my own flesh that boiled on the inside as well as the out.

Within the next few minutes, something sweet reached my nose. My mouth opened, latched on a straw, and quickly sucked up a cool, thick liquid. It had a strange aftertaste, that was familiar. What was it...

"Look at him... His body has already adapted to the conversion to blood. And Father, he stopped shaking?" I heard Royce whisper as he cupped my chin. BLOOD? My mouth wouldn't stop suckling. It was addictive! It couldn't be blood. No way. It tasted way too good!

"I believe he is awake, now. He is unresponsive, but he is awake. Aren't you, Alastare, dear?" I sucked on the cold blood until my mouth forced air up the straw. Was I this hungry already? Damn.

"Oh, Al! Please open your eyes! I'm sorry for forcing you into this! I'm really sorry!" Royce whined, digging his face into my chest.

"Crying will not help him, Royce. Open another vial. He is going to need to be sedated when he wakes anyway. Or he'll-"

"Go on that sick rampage... I know. Here's another." Again, my mouth reacted to the strong, sweet scent of blood. What was Royce talking about? That sick rampage he had when he turned? I know how to control myself when I get hungry. Well, when I was still digesting normal food.

My eyes twitched as I focused on opening my eyes. I struggled against peeling my eyelids open, and a burst of light spilled through the small slit. "Royce! He's waking!" Sir Clemente cried, happily. I widened my eyes and Royce's red cheeks were the first things to fall into my vision.

"Hi, Al." He whispered, rubbing my head. As soon as he touched me, I noticed all the activity surging through his body. From the pulses running through his brain, to the blood rushing to his rising erection.

"Royce?" I croaked, glancing between his legs.

"Yeah?" He replied, unconscious of my thoughts for some reason.

"You're hard." I stated, bluntly. Immediately, he froze, and his eyes reached the size of golf balls. All the color rushed from his face as he backed away from me, slowly.

"H-H-H-How d-d-did you k-k-know that?" He murmured, covering his slight bulge.

Sir Clemente laughed and rose from the bed beside me. "Looks like the boy developed an ability. That is quite special. Do you not agree, Royce?" He chuckled, closing up the vial Royce left uncapped.

Royce's expression said everything; he wasn't going to accept this ability I had. Royce backed out of the white room and ran out of my sight. "Oh, do not mind him, young one. He'll be fine by morning. Would you like to bathe, again? You got awfully sweaty during your convulsions."

I silently agreed to bathe and Sir Clemente lead me through the house and back up to his bedroom. He laid me on his bed while he prepared the bath. I couldn't help thinking about Royce and that disappointed look he wore on his face. Would I be alone in this house of unknown boys, now? Was he actually going to abandon me? My heart sunk at these thoughts and my chest felt extremely heavy. What was I to do about this? I barely know Royce!

"Oh dear... Why are you crying, my boy?" Sir Clemente shrieked when he came over to get me. He reached down to me and scooped me up in his arms. "Please, cease your tears, my child. I promise you, Royce will have a change of heart sooner than you think." He whispered softly in my ear. "Come, dear. Let us bathe."

After a lovely bath with Sir Clemente, he sent me to a room that was prepared just for me. He had me make any changes I might want, and then told me join my other 'siblings' in the entertainment room. I watched from afar as they spent hours playing games, watching movies, wrestling, or just sitting around talking. There were actually sixteen boys and nine girls. None of them seemed sexually attracted to each other, but more like a huge, happy family. I was invited to join in their late-night fun, but I refused and chose to observe instead.

When I grew drowsy, I rose and headed to my room. "Calling it a night, Al?" Amaryllis, one of the sisters; asked, grabbing my arm as I headed towards the dormitory-like bedrooms.

"Yeah. You aren't tired, Amy?" I sighed, yawning. She giggled and jumped in front of me, now walking backwards.

"You look so cute when you yawn! Hee-hee, I hope you sleep well, 'brother'." She hugged me and ran back into the entertainment room. I entered my room and collapsed on my bed from exhaustion. The comfort of the bed was amazing. My own bed at home felt nothing compared to this one. Home... Guess I can't say that anymore and refer to the place I once called 'home'.

Hours into my rest, I was waked by a loud noise in the room next door to me. I wasn't sure who I roomed near, but It definitely sounded like one of the younger boys and he was in a hell of a lot of pain. When, the screaming did not cease, I jumped up and went to knock on the door. It grew silent and the door cracked open. It was Leon (or 'Leo') and his forehead was blanketed with sweat.

"Huh? What do you want, new-borne?" He asked, grinning and narrowing his dark eyes at me. His brown hair hung loosely down his back and chest as he panted softly.

"It's kind of loud over here and I'm trying to get some sleep. Do you mind keeping it down? Just a little?" I asked, politely. Leon coughed a small laugh and shook his head.

"Sure, whatever. Sleep tight." He giggled and shut the door in my face. He doesn't like me... I thought to myself as I returned to my room. I laid down, and at least two minutes later, the screaming commenced again. I groaned and stormed back over to Leon's room. I banged on the door and looked down the hall. Could no one else here this? I was clearly being ignored after two more knocks, so I kicked the door open; growling in anger. Leon stared at me with wild eyes from his bed and hovered over a naked body. I searched for the face, and my heart felt as if it were being stabbed by a cold rod.

"Ah...Artemi?" He whined and cringed beneath Leon's strong body. "Dude, what are you doing to him? He clearly isn't enjoying you. Why don't you just let him go, Leon?" Leon chuckled and looked down at Artemi, who now struggled beneath him.

"If I let him go, who's gonna entertain me?" He grabbed Artemi's throat, which immediately startled the boy still. "I'm sure as hell you won't."

That pissed me off. In a sudden flash of anger. I threw my fist straight into Leon's face and sent him soaring across the room. Artemi cringed at the nerve-rattling crash and gazed over at Leon. Before he could rise, I hovered over him and raised him by his neck. "Hey! Al, let-... What the hell...?" My blood boiled beneath my skin as I eyed him with distaste.

"If I ever witness something like this again, I will tear off your last hope of actually being a man. Do you understand me, Leon?"

"You got it, man, just... relax, okay? I-I don't want any problems, kay?" Why did he suddenly become so terrified? I'm not scary to look at at all. "Take your boy and get outta here, man. I'm sorry." He trembled in my grip and desperately tried to escape my clutches. I dropped him and he scurried into his bathroom. I turned to Artemi, and he glared at me with his small, innocent eyes.

"Thank you." He whispered and leaped into my arms.